Let's Celebrate With Blood

by Patrick Canning & The Suffering Mothers

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In a world constantly under attack by the relentless cavalcade of upbeat, media-groomed, auto-tuned, gutless, corporate pop drones comes a man whose sublime gift for crafting truly sorrowful and depressing songs seems destined to turn the world on edge or be ignored completely! As he descends down the mountain of infinite solitude (located in London, ON) to answer the siren song of sadness/rock, Patrick Canning summons his mischievous band of titans “The Suffering Mothers” to aid him in his quest to make the world slightly more tolerable for the miserable bastards out there who like their music dark, sad, evil and melodramatic. Brandishing his trusty guitar “Mjolnir: The Hammer of Thunder” Patrick took to the recording studio and for a solid year he honed and sharpened a set of 15 tracks, each more devastating then the last, to make his most powerful album to date: “Let’s Celebrate With Blood”.
Let’s Celebrate With Blood is a complex and sprawling work filled with songs about ghosts, illness, murder, car crashes, BDSM, disfigurement, funerals, and familial love. It is the eleventh self produced album by Patrick (who is a recent St. John’s Newfoundland expat) and it is a full and robust recording spanning many genre styles.

Jeff McAllister from Greyowl Point writes
“After an eternity in the music industry, you’re bound to discover what works and what doesn’t. but, rather than limit himself to a couple tricks, Canning mashes everything up into a musical gumbo. His intoxicating gloom may be his best-seller, but Canning’s tethered a whole lot more bootstraps. And (bloodied and bruised and embedded with gravel) they’ve been distorted to fit perfectly within his robust and intolerable parade. Let’s Celebrate with Blood is an opus that requires a couple listens, a bit of wincing, and most importantly, a lot of thought. It’s a loveletter to eclecticism, signed in indelible ink, and hard to shrug off. And, if that wasn’t promising enough,
it’s a brilliant piece of composition to boot.”

Matthew from i(heart)music writes:
“It should come as no surprise that his most recent album, Let's Celebrate With Blood, is dark and gloomy. The lyrics are bleak, the music is appropriately subdued, and a general air of hopelessness pervades the album. I say that in the best way possible, of course. It's no easy task to make depressing music sound anything other than...well, depressing, but the
songs on offer here show Canning to be more than up to the challenge. Songs like "The Howl", "Wooden Box" and "Blanket of Stones" wallow in human misery and sadness, but they do so in a way that's surprisingly listenable, even engaging."

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released December 20, 2010

Patrick Canning
Devon Milley
Victor Lewis
Alison Corbett

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Track Name: Down The Road Into My Throat
This mouth, these teeth they grind for me
and make this portion mine
And down the road into my throat it goes on
down to fill my belly up with love and endless
harmony it's time for murder without harm
and without crime

this steak was raised and stabbed for me
it's blood as red as mine
It tasted like a bible verse
and smelled like smoke and wine

And down the road into my throat it goes on
down to fill my belly up with love and endless
harmony it's time for murder without harm
and without crime
Track Name: Lay Down Here
Lay down here inside my arms and scold me

In the open beehive of your mouth I am ready

You've tied a silver chain round my heart and locked me down, locked me down

So pull this rusty blade out from my chest

Theres no time for weeping eyes There's only heartache left for you

In a moment I'll be gone the lightbulb flickers in my room

Catch it now don't turn away before this bullet turns on you
Track Name: Blanket of Stones
And the flies
Circle above me in the night
They hang just like bad dreams
Outside my door
The ghost of an elm tree
Scratches it's name
And whines through the night

Sleep, sleep like your bones
In the harbour
A blanket of Stones

And your voice
Is humming inside me
Speaking in tongues
It's layers surround me guiding my heart
It's fingers carress me with
Invisible hands
Binding my lungs

Sleep, sleep like your bones
In the harbour
A blanket of Stones
Sleep, sleep like you're told
By your father
A blanket of stones
Track Name: Here Stands Your Lover
Here stands your lover
And here he stands cold
In this courtroom of black solemn figures
And jury that’s yet to be sold

You could dip him in chocolate and sugar
You could crack his shell under your heel
You could try to hold on when his body is gone
And your scared from the back of the wheel

In the heaviest rains of the winter
with these horrible sounds in your ear
A fist clenches up in your stomach
Your hands slick with sweat while you steer

What will you say when you see him
And find scissors to cut off his gloves
With just nine broken fingers
With his face and his cheeks full of blood
Track Name: A Tired Man
I'm a tired man
I'm a tired man
I'm a tired man
It's hard to get along

I'm gonna lay my head down here
Where there's not a bed
In a forest fire
Until the food expires
And if Satan calls me his best friend
You know that he's a liar

I'm a tired man
A tired man
A tired man

And if Satan calls me his best friend
You know that he's a liar

I'm a tired man
A tired man
A tired man
Track Name: Don't Be Obscene
Slight of hand and twisted lips
The hot smell lingers on your fingertips

Snow crunches deep on this street of shame
My house is on fire
My children in flames

Shut your mouth don't be obscene
With your empty pockets
And ripping jeans

Looking me straight in the eye
With the hot piss streaming
Down your thigh

Nobody cares if your screaming loud
On this concrete stairwell
Where I pushed you down

The taste of pavement and spoiled dreams
Is too salty for you
In this drunken scene

In the darkness where birds go to die
Suffer babies with dirt in their eye
Tell your mother she's wasted her life
Wasted her life
Hmmmm
Track Name: Something Rotten
There's something rotten in this well
But it's much too dark to see it clear
To see it clear

When My daughter came back home
With that man, that beast, That heathen
That heathen

I must be hard, woo oo oo oo
I must be hard, woo oo oo oo

He spoke evil in my home
And showed his lust so easy
So easy

If you cannot fear my lord
Then you must learn to fear me
To fear me

Out in the woods, woo oo oo oo
Out in the woods, woo oo oo oo

oh, oh, oh

They just would not hear my words
But they heard my rifle clearly
So Clearly

There's something rotten in this well
But you'll never see it clearly
Not clearly
Track Name: Hope is Fleeting
There is hope
But it's fleeting
It's harder to hold
Then a sliver of ice
There's a road
Leading to somewhere
But it's constantly turning
And turning
And turning
And turning
And turning for the rest of your life

And I know
You're only salt water
And I know
It's not worth a damn
And I can feel
The slightest of motions
And I can see
The shape of your hand
Track Name: The Howl
It's a massacre
With no one left alive
And it's hopeless now
From where I stand anyway

And you're not at home
And I can't stand it anymore
Put the rifle to my eye
Pulled the trigger
And let the bullet fly

Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
It's just a phone call babe
Why don't you call me?
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?

Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
It's just a phone call babe
Why don't you call me?
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
You hear me howling babe
Why don't you call me?
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
Track Name: Quivering and Coughing
I pulled you from the road
Found a place for you to lay
Just quivering and coughing
Up blood on our duvet

You were barely breathing
Your fur was soaking wet
I had nothing I could give you
But a blanket and a bed

With your tongue falling out of your skull
And your claws all caked up with dirt
And your bowels spilling all that they've got
I wrapped your body in an old cotton shirt
I wrapped your body in an old cotton shirt

We're on the road to nowhere
We're on the road to nowhere
Track Name: These Hands
In the darkness I was found
Half buried in the ground
I turned my head around to see
The rescue squad pull us both to shelter

I lost use of my hands
They hung like limp and useless cloth
You didn't understand
You just walked around the pond
Outside the hospital grounds

Well Smoking is hard to do
Like everything right now
I don't want you to go away
But still these hands
Can't hold you back no more

I take it day to day
And still you come around
But I can't look at my guitar without
Thinking about all the things
I know should've done

Drinking is hard to do
But never hard enough
I don't want you to go away
But still these hands
Can't hold you back no more

Maybe water to wine
But miracles don't wanna happen twice
All these empty canvasses
Will never make a critic cry
I won't hold you down
But these hands can't open up your door
I don't want you to go away
But still these hands
Can't hold you back no more
Track Name: Wooden Box
In this wooden box I found you
Carefully arranged
Hands folded across you sternum
A cold display
For ones you love

And If I could wrap your arms around me
And pull you from your grave
And just hold you for a moment
Here in my arms
Here in my arms

And if you would ask me I would tell you
There's no wrong or right
Just a pile of stupid questions
In this old world
You cannot stand

Is this world you're a handfull of dirt and stone
A broken wheel sends you back
To the worms where you belong

In this world you get mashed up
And crushed and stoned
Stabbed and burned, hanged and shot
Chased back to where you don't belong
You don't belong
You don't belong
You don't belong
Not in this place
You don't belong
You don't belong
You don't belong out where I cannot see your face
Track Name: Wake Up You Bastard
It was cold where my brother was sleeping
He was sleeping for days
And in my dreams he was lost in the waves

All of the doctors and shamans had nothing to say
He just laid there for days.

I stared at him through the window
The red light of dawn
Saying "brother hold on"
"Little brother hold on".

And I shake him and squeeze him
And slap him and pull on his hair
He does nothing but stare
Barely breathing the air.

"Wake up you bastard Wake up!"
I scream in his ear
Not a blink or a tear

When all of your life is upon you
You smash it like glass
Is this part of your act
Brother get off your ass
Track Name: Our Fat Children
It's hot outside so keep an eye on
Your fat little children
As they roll their way to the sea

Did it hurt too bad my little man
With the cut on your finger
As you scream your way back to me

No don't you cry my sweet little heart
Here's a donut I've hid just for thee

It's cold outside and you let your hair
Hang down your perfect shoulders
And the ocean's blacker then ink

You say the words you said to me When we were so much older
"I've had way too much to drink"

Oh no, don't go back home so soon
When I've got you here by the fire

And don't try to teach these arms How to hold you just hold on to me

And don't try to teach me to dream
When my dreams are you here with me